Experiences Are the Fabric of Our Identity
I was alone in the Appalachian mountains at age 16 when I first experienced the numinous. In a cocky display of its sheer power, the sun was both a razor shredding through the latticework of treetops and a delicate halo creating a halo of fog on the empty path in front of me. As an agnostic, unruly teen with 10 years of catholic education behind me, it was the first time I experienced the sheer enormity, mystery, and interconnectedness of the world, a version of what my theology teacher called god.